The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Frier_: Be plaine my sonne and homely in thy drift,
Ridling confession findes but ridling shrift. 50
_Rom_: Then plainely know my harts deare loue is set
On the faire daughter of rich _Capulet_:
As mine on hers, so hers likewise on mine,
And all combind, saue what thou must combine
By holy marriage: where, and when, and how, 55
We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vowes,
Il'e tell thee as I passe: But this I pray,
That thou consent to marrie vs to day.
_Fri_: Holy _S. Francis_, what a change is here?
Is R_osaline_ whome thou didst loue so deare 60
So soone forsooke, lo yong mens loue then lies
Not truelie in their harts, but in their eyes.
_Iesu Maria_, what a deale of brine
Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for _Rosaline_?
How much salt water cast away in waste, 65
To season loue, that of loue doth not taste.
The sunne not yet thy sighes from heauen cleares,
Thy old grones ring yet in my ancient eares,
And loe vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit,
Of an old teare that is not washt off yet. 70
If euer thou wert thus, and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for _Rosaline_,
And art thou changde, pronounce this sentence then
Women may fal, when ther's no strength in men.
_Rom_: Thou chidst me oft for louing _Rosaline_. 75
_Fr_: For doating, not for louing, pupill mine.
_Rom_: And badst me burie loue.
_Fr_: Not in a graue,
To lay one in another out to haue.
_Rom_: I pree thee chide not, she whom I loue now 80
Doth grace for grace, and loue for loue allow:
The other did not so.
_Fr_: Oh she knew well
Thy loue did read by rote, and could not spell.
But come young Wauerer, come goe with mee, 85
In one respect Ile thy assistant bee:
For this alliaunce may so happie proue,
To turne your Housholds rancour to pure loue. _Exeunt._
[Sidenote: [SC. VIII.]]
_Enter Mercutio, Benuolio._
_Mer_: Why whats become of _Romeo?_ came he not home to night?
_Ben_: Not to his Fathers, I spake with his man.
_Mer_: Ah that same pale hard hearted wench, that _Rosaline_,
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
_Mer: Tybalt_ the Kinsman of olde _Capolet_ 5
Hath sent a Letter to his Fathers House:
Some Challenge on my life.
_Ben: Romeo_ will answere it.
_Mer_: I, anie man that can write may answere a letter.
_Ben_: Nay, he will answere the letters master if hee bee
challenged. 10
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